Why I don’t Celebrate Valentine’s day
I was skipping up and down the broken lane. Today....today would be the day....
I could already hear his wonderful musical voice from there. His gentle warm hands, touching my blonde hair , rechristening all those memories that we had left years before. But now, it was time to give them a new name.
My happiness knew no bounds , when I found out his address from Sarah. Tears had welled up my eyes, as I thanked her profusely and set out to surprise him. I could already see his blue eyes gaping at me in wonder and excitement.
Today I would tell what I could not tell five years earlier.
My heart began fluttering when I reached the iron gate of his house. The moment...the moment....
I looked up hopefully to see his awestruck eyes looking at me in wonder and excitement, but saw a sickly looking woman looking down at me curiously.
"What do you want??"
"Can i see Mr. Thomas Pattinson??"
Suddenly a shadow of grief came over her already sickly face as she said ,
"Oh...but I am so sorry to say ...he 's no more madam. Yes....died suddenly ....used to mumble about not able to tell a girl something all his life......"